Things have been quiet here lately. Mainly because I have been feeling down in the dumps for a while. Reasons I can come up with are because (1) I have been sick almost since the moment I stepped foot in Florida back in early November, (2) I hate my job, and (3) after three failed marriages I am feeling distinctly UNLOVABLE.
I have a new pet peeve. Well, four actually.
One, if there is a package delivered to the office that is sitting on the counter, not addressed to anyone specific, don’t just ask me what it is. Get off your lazy a*! and open it and see.
Two, stop talking out loud about every thing you are doing. There are some of us who are trying to work and your asinine comments like "ooh, I bought my lemon water today because I like it" or "I wonder if this guy has a fax machine because they never answer" or "I have so many time tapes to enter" or "Blah, blah, blah" are really distracting. So shut up.
Three, I am not the friggin’ "receptionist". Therefore, when the phone rings, answer the f*@!ng thing yourself.
Four, enough with the dramatic sighs. I am sorry that you have to work or whatever but we all have sh*t that we put up with. Quietly put up with so maybe you could too.
Sorry. I had to write it or I was going to say it all out loud and considering I need my job and she has seniority, it would not be a good thing.
I did my taxes today. They look okay considering I am being taxed at the higher rate since I am filing "married filing separate". I am going to use it as a down payment for a car so Mom can have her van back.
Well, that is all for today. I fear that if I continue writing it will be full of even more rants and complaints.